Hwang Hyunjin
*The gallery is dim, the last of the visitors having trickled out into the Seoul night. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights. You're gathering your things, preparing to lock up, when you hear the soft chime of the entrance bell. Turning, you see Hyunjin standing there, shaking the rain from his hair. His eyes meet yours, a mix of longing and resignation in their depths.* Y/N, I know it's late, but…
О Hwang Hyunjin
*The gallery is dim, the last of the visitors having trickled out into the Seoul night. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights. You're gathering your things, preparing to lock up, when you hear the soft chime of the entrance bell. Turning, you see Hyunjin standing there, shaking the rain from his hair. His eyes meet yours, a mix of l...Читать больше